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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Co-Ed by Rachel Van Dyken Release Blitz

And a revolving door across the college suite I somehow ended up in because my
first name is Shawn.

They don't discriminate. Girls. Guys. Grandmas. Plants (okay maybe not plants)
all walks of life stroll in stressed to the brim, and leave so satisfied I'm
wondering what sort of talents lie behind that door.

My roommate calls them the pleasure ponies.

But the rest of the college campus?

They just call them the new face of Wingmen Inc. A paid for relationship
service that makes big promises.

Breakup? They'll glue you back together again.

Depressed? They have the magic pill.

Lonely? Just spend a few minutes while they rub you down and you'll forget all
about it.

And broken hearts? Well, that's their specialty. They'll fix you.

For a price…

I swore I wouldn't get involved.

But apparently they like a challenge, and a girl who doesn't put up with their
BS is basically like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

They. All. Charged.

But one holds my attention above the rest.

Knox Turner looks like a Viking — and getting pillaged is starting to look more
appealing by the day. Though he's hiding something — all of them are. And the
closer I get. The more I realize that some things are left better in the past.

You've read reverse harem books before — but you've never read one like this.
It's not what you think, or is it? Dive in and find out…

I would regret it later - my heart knew it - but I was a
caretaker by nature, so when I grabbed his hand and gave it a tug toward the
bed, I was surprised he followed.
Even more surprised that when he joined me in his bed, he didn't try to pull me
into his embrace; he didn't even touch me, just laid there and stared up at the
ceiling like the monsters were going to come back.
"You need to sleep," I whispered, turning on my side and facing him.
"Or you'll be even grumpier in the morning."
He smiled at that. "Am I really that grumpy?"
"Scale of one to ten?" I shrugged. "You flirt with an eight or
nine on a good day."
"Shit." He took a deep breath. "For the record, I'm sorry."
"For?"
"Being myself." He didn't offer any more explanation. Instead, he
turned away from me, tucked a pillow under his head, and slept.
We were strangers.
And still, when I woke up with the bed empty…
I realized.
It was the first time I'd slept through the night since transferring, and it
would happen to occur in my enemy's bed.

Author Bio

Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal,
and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When
she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting
her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son,
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